Feeling frustrated, I went to the gym and began to do my routine. I knew cheerleaders could be stuck up but I didn't think dance team girls could give them a run for their money. No one was watching me so I had nothing to lose. At least I didn't think anyone was watching me.
"You're pretty good." A girl remarked. I looked at her to see that she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was also dressed in a tight tee and super short shorts. Her legs, her legs were amazing. She was one of the best looking girls that I had ever seen.
"Who are you?" I asked after I was done admiring her.
"Spencer Carlin, head cheerleader." She introduced herself. "I'm a little surprised that you don't know who I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked as I looked at her quizzically.
"It's not like I'm vain or anything but more that everyone seems to know who I am." She answered. "And I know who pretty much everyone at this school is. Just like I know you, Ashley Davies."
"Okay not that's kind of creepy." I commented as then blushed just now realizing that she had saw me dancing. I also realized that she was the head cheerleader that I would have to impress at tryouts tomorrow.
"You know Ashley I was looking for someone that I could go shopping with." Spencer mused. "I was wondering if you would be at all interested."
That confused me. Why on earth would the head cheerleader ask some random girl that she doesn't even know to go shopping with her?
"Why are you asking me?" I questioned.
"Because you're one of the few people at this school that I don't know and one of the best ways for girls to get to know each other is shopping." She explained.
I just stared at her that was one of the most ridiculous things that I had ever heard.
"Just come with me and I'll buy anything that you want." She added.
I figured that this girl wasn't going to relent unless I said yes so I sighed and said "Fine but you're driving."
"I planned on doing so anyway." She remarked in victory. "Follow me."
I followed her out to the parking lot and saw that she was driving a red Escalade.
"Nice car." I remarked.
"Yeah it's nothing compared to your Lexus but it gets me around just fine." She countered. God this girl knows everything. Then again, I was the only girl in school who owned a Lexus so that was probably easy to find out.
"So what were you doing dancing in the gym?" She asked. I debated whether or not to tell her the truth or make something up.
"I had just come from dance team tryouts." I answered "I didn't even get to do my routine but the girl cut me short because I was having problem with my music."
"Let me guess. It was Sherry?" She responded.
"I never caught her name but she was this Hispanic girl." I replied.
"Yup that's her. I kicked her off of the cheerleading for being a bitch and now she's head of the dance team." She informed.
The mall wasn't that far from school. There were a few different malls in Los Angeles. His was not the mall that I usually went. My clothes were a little more expensive than most. The money that paid for my credit card was the money that came from his posthumous album sales. His album sales went through the roof after he died. It's possible that he's made more many dead than when he was alive. I'm not looking after his money so I don't know.
"So where do you wanna go first?" Spencer asked me as we walked inside.
"You said you'll buy me anything that I want, correct?" I questioned.
"As long as it's clothing and the total adds up to $300 or less." She clarified.
"Damn, I was hoping that I could have gotten some diamonds out of you." I replied with a playful smirk on my face. That also ruled out going to Radioshack. I could have bought something myself but I didn't want to.
"You haven't anything to earn diamonds from me, my dear Ashley." She joked as the two of us started to laugh. I don't why I did because I barely know this girl and she's the head cheerbitch (Even though I would probably have to become one. Note to self, kill Sherry.)
"I guess I wouldn't mind wearing something from Abercrombie and Fitch. This mall is a little cheap for my taste." I commented as I looked around.
"It's funny how you can be so rich but still manage to look trashy." Spencer commented. I don't think that she was serious but that was still kind of mean. I stuck my tongue out at her.
Spencer took me to the store and we both picked out some dresses to try on. Spencer for some reason had this idea for us to change in the same stall.
"I don't understand why we would do that." I remarked.
"Well it would be kind of like the locker room." Spencer said as she opened the stall door and walked in. She held it open and waited for me to enter. "You're not too shy to let me see your body, are you?"
Okay so call me weak if you want but I am not shy about anything. As if I was challenged, I entered the stall and closed the door and locked it. Spencer made no effort to cover herself as she started to undress. I have to say, she looked as good without her clothes on as she did with them.
"It doesn't look like you got those from this mall." I commented as I looked at her bra and panties. You probably could not even get something like those at Victoria's Secret.
"I got them when I went to New York." She explained. "I saved up some money to not only get me there but also to go shopping in Manhattan. So are you just gonna watch me or are you gonna take your clothes off?"
I pulled off my top and pants to reveal my Parisian undergarments.
"Are you trying to outdo me?" She joked as she started to pull on her dress.
"Maybe." I said with a smile as I pulled my own on. I looked at how we looked in the mirror. We were both wearing minidresses. Spencer's was blue and mine was red. She tried to get me to wearing something pink but I don't do pink.
"Nice." Spencer commented. "That dress really makes your boobs look good."
I was about to thank her when suddenly she put her hands on my chest and gave each of my breasts a squeeze. I moaned lightly and blushed brightly and she broke out into a fit of giggles. This is where I wish I had a pillow to hit her with. I wasn't going to punch her or anything but I wanted to get back at her. I wadded her clothes into a ball threw them at her.
"Is that the best you've got?" She taunted.
"Right here right now it is." I responded. "I don't want to do anything to hurt you but you kind of overstepped the boundary. I want an apology."
"What if I don't wanna apologize?" She asked with a grin on her face.
"Then I'll have to do this." I replied as I pushed her against the wall and began to tickle her hairless armpits. She immediately started laughed.
"Ah…Ashley…stop…I'm sorry." She said through her giggles I stopped feeling that I had got the last laugh.
Suddenly there was a knock on there.
"Is there a problem in there?" A woman asked.
"No, we were just goofing around." Spencer remarked.
"Well the dressing room is not a place to goof around." The woman responded. "I'm going to ask you to buy whatever you're going to buy and then leave."
I frowned. I can't say that I had ever been kicked out of a store before. This girl was definitely something else. We both decided that we weren't going to purchase the dresses after the rudeness of the staff and took them off. Spencer decided not to put them on the hangers and just left them in the dressing room.
"Thanks for embarrassing me like that." I remarked sarcastically.
"Hey you're the one who started tickling me" She pointed out. "Besides you can't tell me that that wasn't fun. Now do you wanna go anywhere else?"
That was kind of fun for reasons that I'm not quite sure of.
"Are there any places around here that sell good bikinis?" I asked.
"Hollister has some nice ones." She answered.
"Do you promise not to feel me up anymore?" I questioned as I looked into her blue eyes.
"Not unless you ask me to." She agreed. That seemed to be the best that I would get out of her.
We walked into Hollister and each grabbed a bikini. Spencer once again wanted us to use the same stall and again I wasn't sure why. This time, as required, she took off all of her clothes including her underwear. She stood there naked for a moment almost as if she wanted me to stare. I found out that she didn't have any hair on her body except for her head. After I had a few seconds to take Spencer in, she put on her bikini on. I didn't waste any time in putting mine on.
"Hmm I'm not sure that that one is right for you." Spencer remarked. "Turn around."
"You're not gonna grope me, are you?" I asked as rotated 180 degrees.
"No." She replied as she looked me over. "You know what I think I was wrong. This does look really good on you from the back and by the way, nice tat."
"Thanks." I replied as my blush came back. I usually wasn't a person to blush but this girl was different from everyone else. "So maybe we should make a purchase before we get kicked out of here."
"Once again that was your fault, not mine." Spencer told me. We got dressed in our regular clothes and took the swimwear to the register. Spencer paid as promised and then we stopped at the food court to get some smoothies. We sat down at table to eat/drink them.
"So since you seem to know everything that there is to know about me, why don't you tell me something about you?" I challenged her as I took a drink/bite of my smoothie. Whose idea was it anyway to turn yogurt into a beverage?
"Well I have two brothers, Glen and Clay. Glen plays basketball at North Carolina Clay goes to UCLA and lives at home." She said as she took out her phone and showed me a picture of herself, a blonde guy and…a black guy? That confused me. "In case you can't tell, Clay's adopted."
"That makes a little more sense." I replied. "Guess that means that we have some in common other than both being female. We both know what it's like to have to deal with a new family member. I mean since you seem to know everyone, you must know about my sister Kyla."
"Yeah she's in the drama club." She answered. "And just to be clear, I don't know everything about you. I don't know what you favorite movie is."
"John Tucker Must Die." I answered.
"See I don't know that." She spoke. "Just like you didn't know that my favorite movie is Camp Rock."
"I never pegged your for a Disney girl." I commented.
"See, that's what you find out when get to know people." She remarked. "I also don't know your favorite singer is. Or band or rapper or whatever you listen to."
"My favorite singer would have to be JoJo which kind of sucks because she hasn't made any music in a while." I said as I waited for her to give me an answer.
"Well my favorite singer has made a lot of music lately. It's Miley Cyrus." She stated as she finished off her smoothie. I still had quite a bit of mine left. I don't think I really liked smoothies.
"Doesn't some of the stuff that she does bother you?" I asked.
"No I think it's really just blown way out of proportion." Spencer remarked. "So she took a hit of a legal substance once. I know some people who have done a lot worse stuff and continued to do so after the first time. Glen got addicted to painkillers."
"I guess you're right." I replied as my phone was vibrating. "Hello?"
"Where the hell are you?" Kyla asked.
"I'm at the mall, why is something wrong?" I asked.
"No, but I've been calling you for like fifteen minutes and you haven't picked up. You need to come home so we can get dinner." She responded.
"Fine." I said as I hung up. I then turned to Spencer. "My sister wants me to come home."
Spencer nodded and drove me back to the school. We parked by my car and both stepped outside.
"I had a lot of fun today." I remarked as I planned took out my keys.
"You know we could hang out like this more often if you were on the cheerleading squad." She told me.
"I guess I'll have to go to tryouts tomorrow." I replied.
"Or I could give you a spot right now if you're interested." She countered.
"Can you do that?" I asked in surprise as I dropped my keys.
"I just told you that I could." She said as she reached down and picked up my keys to hand to me. "So I guess this means welcome to the squad."
So as you can tell Spencer's not as shy in this story. Though whether not she's gay remains to be seen. It seems that the Butterfly effect of Spashley not meeting in their junior year led to Glen still being able to play basketball and Clay not being dead. Please don't forget to review.